As hindoo I bless, it's bullshit I confess,
With fluorescent paint I am a saint.
Morbid my taste, use shit as toothpaste,
I claim to be a miracle, but I ain't.
Holy many holes in shit casserole,
Into vague and indistinct fare.
Farewell to logic and science,
Says my lice on pubic hair.
But it's easy with my makeup,
I scare the bejesus out of grown men.
Rarely I smile, biligerent my bile,
Moustachioed grimace popular with women.
Mythology and ballad or word salads,
Pink a color that doesn't think.
Shit spun well, will always sell,
Women dig real manly stink.
Totally tame some of them,
Dedicate all their silly-ass time.
Advantage as a groping sage,
Young chicks whose meat is prime.
If Jack and Jill did climb up my hill,
I'll keep Jill and push Jack into a drain.
Drinking the temple shit water he dies,
While Jill and I make love in the rain.
Penetrative sex doesn't a godman vex,
It's a perk that comes with the job.
Plus have my nutrition company,
Lies on the label for the foolish mob.
Basically what I throw up, they trust,
My scams depend on my vomit.
I have plans to bottle my snot,
And market my probiotic shit.
I've got the can do, it's really voodoo,
That’s both scary and big bucks.
I love what I am, a religious scam,
Really easy to cheat the fucks.
